Hiatus A few years ago, an old classmate invited me to a pitch of hers. Her team was called 'MALT', and I'm a sucker for stuff that sticks like this. It meant 'More action less talk.' Yet, something so beautiful has become something that haunts me, many years after. I became addicted to "doing", fanatic … Continue reading So you want to be a Creative?
Author: Achalugo!
I send words on errands. Goddess. Fire.
The closures that never came
...and never may. A year after secondary school, an old classmate called me from the blues, I was very surprised, it wasn't because we were no longer friends. Years back, she was a new girl in my school and we sort of hit up nicely, but we couldn't have been termed very close friends by … Continue reading The closures that never came
The danger with a certain circle…or none at all
The beginning of my understanding of cliques, or a close circle of friendship, began on the streets between Adetola and some other street I do not remember, in Aguda, Surulere. The year was 1998, I think. We would walk from our school to our common entrance lesson, taught by a Ghanaian man with a penchant … Continue reading The danger with a certain circle…or none at all
Brave it.
"I get most things that I set my mind to." The first time that I said this to my uncle, I hadn't said it with the expectant accompanying boast tone. I had said it in a low voice, low because it was burdened with the vulnerability of opening up to anyone. I had found it … Continue reading Brave it.
Boys on Jumping trousers (IV)
Welcome to the fourth installment of #BOJT. The first three can be found by going to the homepage and scrolling down. For returning devotees, let's go! He was back to the moment, he broke the silence. “Bodunrin, are you really dead? What killed you?” “I don’t know… I had this excruciating pain in my chest. … Continue reading Boys on Jumping trousers (IV)
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